log post II

[orangetoughguy]

third person narrative, action bracket spam, anything goes
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[whitetwoguns]

[Oh yeah? They're dead even that way. Grip lets up on is ass and that arm goes around him, holding him close.]

Sure is.

[Larry takes it to be everything. The way rock and rollers can do whatever the fuck they want and be whoever they want, the way Lawrence Dimick feels about Freddy Newendyke and how he feels freshly fucked at his end.]

Shit.

[And he'll kiss that stubbled cheek out of fucking adoration.]

Can't say I saw this coming when you were yelling across the place.

[orangetoughguy]

[Close is nice, warmer, stubblier, stickier. Shit he's still on his dick too and that's a-okay with Freddy Newendyke. When did he get so crazy on Lawrence Dimick?]

You still came down with your gun fully loaded. [Freddy remarks ever so casually, giving Larry a one-shouldered shrug and a slight smirk.] And you're sure not shootin' fuckin' blanks.

[Okay okay, he's gotta ease off the guy sometime.]

[whitetwoguns]

[He's always been crazy with the kid. Ever since they met, and the crazy hasn't stopped. The old man has decided that he never wants it to.]

I think that you should know, my gun is always loaded. [Just as casually, with his hand sliding up his spine.]

You never know.

[Double meanings right there. Larry sucks in a breath as Freddy pulls away.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Such a nice warm paw.]

That makes you dangerous.

[A couple tissues take care of clean up but Larry there can help himself as Freddy hands him the box of Kleenex. One cigarette in his mouth and a light later the kid's sinking down in his chair again. Naked. It's their apartment. Why the fuck not?]

You can go back to bed now. [Cuz that's what old men do post-coitus, or what this old man was doing pre-coitus right?]

[whitetwoguns]

Smart, smart man.

[Pat, pat.

Clean up time. They got it down to a science for the most part. Tissues in the waste bin takes care of a good deal of the external mess. Freddy in the buff in eyesight is something else that can't be fixed for the moment. The better to look at.]

Can I?

[He stands up, adjusting his sweatpants. Then this bear gives a big long stretch.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Puff puff.] I mean if you gotta.

[The kid shrugs like it's almost funny how a tough guy like Lawrence Dimick needs his tough guy sleep. Then he adds, after a moment of consideration, because he hasn't had that many opportunities in his life to express the sentiment:]

I'll be up in five. [Don't you sound sentimental, Mr. Supercool.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Smug, beautiful motherfucker Freddy Newendyke sitting, smoking. Larry plucks a cigarette from his lips to take a puff before replacing it.]

Sure.

[Mr. White will be on his way then. He can wait five minutes.]